Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!bigfeed2.bellsouth.net!bigfeed.bellsouth.net!bignumber.bellsouth.net!news.bellsouth.net!bignews5.bellsouth.net.POSTED!a25ce115!not-for-mail From: Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW: TOS Whose Got The Tribble Lines: 408 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2900.2180 X-RFC2646: Format=Flowed; Original X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2180 Message-ID: X-Complaints-To: abuse@bellsouth.net X-Abuse-Info: Please forward a copy of all headers for proper handling X-Trace: ldjgbllpbapjglppdbdpiflmbcekedmfhojhikkbagflhcbohedchlcmmedfncpcplmdaeokmamhalpcppfepgjjaefingfjmmegjgpnjkbpkckhobdopmkbfjahiccpnpjilnjbbjhmlbjihbfbbgdbemghfool NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 22:35:11 EST Organization: BellSouth Internet Group Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 22:37:49 -0500 Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:161409 X-Received-Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2004 19:37:55 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) TITLE: Whos Got The Tribble AUTHOR: Rolletti CONTACT: rolletti@rolletti.com http://www.rolletti.com SERIES: TOS RATING: PG-13 CODES: Spock/Uhura SUMMARY: Uhura finds a surprise under her console. DISCLAIMERS: Star Trek nor its characters belong to me. AND no I do not make any money from my insane fanishness After Scottie informed the captain of the tribbles new home, Uhura smiled and was glad the affair was over. She was up to her neck in tribbles in her quarters. They covered her bed and her computer. They were piled high in her sonic shower, dresser, closet and jewelry boxes. Every morning there was double the amount than when she went to bed. Now she can sleep without all the trilling that invaded her dreams every night. She loved the tribbles and wished she could keep one, but knowing how fast they multiply it would be disastrous. Not just for the Enterprise, but for her career as well. She thought the captain was going to change her job title from Communications Officer to Tribble Collector, the same as Cyrano Jones. After all, it was she who transported the tribbles onboard. Job security indeed. Uhura felt something soft crawling on her foot. // No, it couldn't be. // She looked under her console and gasped. "Is there something troubling you, lieutenant?" She sat up quickly, smoothed her hair and smiled at Spock. "No, no, Mr. Spock. I just dropped something. I got it." Spock noticed her strange fidgety behavior and raised an eyebrow before returning to his science station. // Human females are quite complex. // Uhura pretended to be busy at the console with perfect manicured nails flying over switches on their own. She looked around the bridge to see if anyone was looking her way. She returned to her console pushing a few more buttons, while looking sideways at Spock through her long lashes. Seeing that he was engrossed in his work, Uhura took the earpiece from her ear and dropped it at her feet. With Spock's keen sense of hearing, he turned her way with furrowed brows. Spock stood up, walked towards her and picked up the fallen earpiece. She reached for it at the same time, not wanting him to see what was under her console and they bumped heads as they came up. "Sorry Mr. Spock," she said with wide eyes as she rubbed her head. "Lieutenant?" "Yes, Mr. Spock?" "Lieutenant, you have been acting a bit strange since we beamed the tribbles off the ship." "Yes, Mr. Spock. I uh... miss them, yeah that's it. I miss them.a lot." Her speech began to speed up and she became very animated with her hands. "They were so cute and fuzzy while making sweet trilling noises and they tickled you when you let them crawl on your tummy. Did you let them crawl on your tummy Mr. Spock? It's quite an experience." Spock looked at her with growing concern. He'd known her for quite some_time and he had never seen her like this. He knew she was very fond of the tribbles, but he didn't expect to see this type of behavior from her with their departure. She was still talking, expressing every word with her hands. "And you were taken with them too, Mr. Spock. I saw your reaction when you said the trilling had a tranquilizing effect on the human nervous system. You said you were immune to its effect, but I knew you weren't." "Lieutenant!" Uhura's senseless prattle was making it hard for him to keep his control. "Lieutenant, report to sickbay and visit with the good doctor. Perhaps he can help you with your *withdrawals*. " "Yes, Mr. Spock." Spock tried hard not to sigh as he saw her drop the earpiece yet again. She retrieved the piece and the stow-a-way tribble before he had time to react. When she rose, she walked backwards smiling at him till she reached the red doors. Quickly entering the turbo lift, she smothered the trilling sounds of dilemma. ******** "Hello, Doctor." "Ah, looks who's come to grace my presence with her beauty. To what do I owe this honor?" "Mr. Spock seems to think I need to see you." "What?" "Yeah, it's strange. I believe he's trying to practice at his humor again. You know, I think that little suggestion he made about the tribbles being transported to the Klingons went to his head. Let's just humor him." "Hmm. Well, I guess. You look fine to me." "Yes I am. Ah, could you get me a band-aid, Doctor? My nail is about break and I want to preserve it till I get back to my quarters." She batted her Nubian eyes and displayed her most charming smile. "Sure thing, little lady. I'll be right back." Uhura ran around the room looking for a place to hide the tribble. // Dr. McCoy is the captain's best friend. It's ok if he yells at him. They can forgive each other later. A- ha. // "Here you go, one small bandage." "Thank you, Doctor. I think I'll report back to duty now. The little walk here *has* made me feel better. You know, exercise. Bye." McCoy sat down at his desk again to finish the reports he was working on. "What's this?" He looked under his desk to find... a tribble. //Oh no, I've overlooked one. Jim is going to kill me. Hmm, I think I'll pay a visit to engineering. // He picked up the tribble and hid it under his shirt on his way out. The tribble tickled him on his abdomen and suddenly he thought of Uhura and her flat firm stomach. He remembered the demonstration of her lifting her shirt in the rec room to let the tribble.., Christine bumped into him on her way in. "Oh, I'm sorry, excuse me." Christine did a double take and said, "Doctor, are you ok? You look a bit flushed!" "Uh, yeah. Uh..." He walked away muttering something about Spike and Flame Gems. ******** "Ah, Doctor. Mighty strange to see you here in engineering. How may I help ye?" "I'm here to see if you want to meet me later for a drink in the Officers' Lounge. Do you still have the good stuff?" "There's no need to be insultin' Doctor. I always have the good stuff." "Oh yeah? Prove it." "You wait here and I'll be right back. I might even give ye a sample and I *might* have to join you to prove my point." "You just do that." Scotty exited the engine room with a look of determination. His office was in the back and McCoy knew it wouldn't take long for him to return. He quickly examined his surroundings as he pulled the Tribble from under his shirt. // Where do I put this thing? Where, where, where. // When he heard Scottie returning, he threw it up in the air. The tribble attached itself to the ceiling, feeling a bit unwanted. "Here you go Doctor. This will put even more hair on Mr. Spock's chest from here. Drink up." "Eeeyow, well shut my mouth and call me a pointy eared Vulcan, you're right! Did you make that yourself?" "Sorry laddie, can't tell me secrets, now can I?" McCoy looked up nervously and back at Scotty and said, "Well, see ya tonight and don't forget the bottle." "Good-bye Doctor." Scotty just glared at the door looking after McCoy quite satisfied with himself. He held his own drink up to his lips when something landed in his glass. "Ooch, waa! Oh no." Scotty ran to his office and grabbed the tribble. He stood there not believing his eyes when the thing crawled on his hand. // It has the hiccups. Well, the drink will do it to ye. I didnae think to look on the ceiling for the little beasties. What am I going to do? The cap'em won't like this. I think I'll pay a little visit to the botany lab and ask Mr. Sulu to join us tonight. // Leaving his office, he slipped the tribble under his shirt. As he walked by Wilson he giggled and cleared his throat. The tribble tickled him on his stomach and suddenly he thought of Uhura and her flat firm stomach. He remembered the demonstration of her lifting her shirt in the rec room to let the tribble. Wilson interrupted his thoughts and stopped him. "Sir, are you alright? You're face is red and you just... giggled? Or was it a cough?" "Are you daft man? Why would I giggle like a silly school girl? Back to your station." He left engineering with determination in each step. ******* "Mr. Scott? Have you come to smell the roses?" "Ah lad, I came to ask ye if ye would like to join the doctor and me for a drink tonight in the Officers lounge." "Sure, sounds great." "Ah, before I go, would you just happen to have a cute little flower I could have to give to the new recruit in engineering? I believe today is her birthday and I don't believe anyone knows. This being her first deep space trip and all, well you know." "Sure thing Mr. Scott. I have the perfect thing for you." Sulu turned away to pick up a beautiful iridescent flower from behind him. They seem to just flourish under his care, so he could spare one. While his back was turned, Scotty quickly put the tribble in a pot of soil and smiled as Sulu returned and gave him the flower. "Mighty nice of you to note her birthday." "Yeah... thanks. See you tonight." Relieved, Scotty returned to his sweet wee barins. He was sure they missed him while he was gone. He could feel it under his feet. On his way back, he passed Janice Rand. She was on her way to botany. "Hi Mr. Scott. What beautiful flowers! Did Sulu give them to you?" "Yes, it's for uh... someone's birthday." "Well they're beautiful. I'm on my way there now, maybe he'll give me some." She winked at Scott and left him admiring her. ********** Sulu was surprise to see one of the plants fall out of its pot and trill. He jumped up knocking over his chair. "Oh no. Don't tell me I missed one. The Captain's not going to like this and I don't want to be the one caught with it. Maybe I can unload it on Chekov." He stood and concealed the tribble under his shirt. It tickled him and a giggle escaped his mouth. Instantly he thought of Uhura and her flat, firm stomach. He remembered the demonstration of her lifting her shirt in the rec room to let the tribble..., Janice Rand walked in catching him off guard. "Hey, are you alright?" "Yeah, uh why." "Well, you have a silly grin on your face and it's red." He quickly wanted to change the subject. He sat down trying hard not to laugh; the tribble hit a very ticklish spot. "I knew you would be in here working for awhile so I brought you some lunch." He lifted the cover off the service tray and reached for some celery. Janice slapped his hand informing him that the celery wasn't for him. As she put his food on his desk, he reached behind her and put the tribble on the tray, replacing the cover. "Thanks Janice, you'll never know how much you've helped me out this jam." "Its just lunch, Sulu. Anytime." She reached over and patted him on the back with a flash of a smile and left the room. *************** Janice walked back to her quarters with the food tray contemplating what she should eat first. Upon arriving at her quarters, she deposited the tray on the table. She removed the cover without looking at her tray and walked over to one of her paintings. She looked at it with a critical eye, not noticing a gorged tribble walking away. When she returned to her food it was gone. "That Sulu, when did he have a chance to swipe my food. See if I bring him lunch again." Janice examined herself in the mirror deciding to powder her nose. She lightly picked up her puff and dabbed it into the container. As she powdered her face she heard a trill. She looked around the room hoping not to find what she thought she heard. She walked by her bed and looked underneath it. // No not there. // "trill" Janice looked at her puff and nearly dropped it. She couldn't believe what she saw. a tribble. "How could this be? I went over this place with a fine toothcomb collecting all the tribbles. Great, the captain is *not* going to like this. I refuse to suffer for something Uhura beamed aboard the ship. She thought she was so cute showing off her flat firm stomach in front of the guys in her new workout clothes and that tribble. She even caught Spock's attention, giving him an extra view." She remembered Uhura's demonstration of her lifting her shirt in the rec room to let the tribble..., "She's on duty, I'll just sneak in her quarters and leave it there. She can deal with the tribble, Spock and the captain." Janice picked up the tribble and placed it under her PADD and walked to Uhura's quarters. Being the captain's yeoman, she knew the override codes for the officer's quarters. She stepped in and placed the tribble on Uhura's pillow and walked out quickly engaging the security code. ************* Uhura went to her quarters to freshen up before eating dinner. After her display on the bridge today, Spock kept a closer eye on her. "I'll just give him a little something extra to look at while he's eating dinner," she smiled a wicked smile as she adjusted her bra. // What's that? Oh no, it couldn't be. // She followed the trilling to her bed. // Not again. I know the perfect place for you. // She picked up the tribble and stroked its little body, wishing she could put in under her uniform onto her tummy, but the design of the uniform wouldn't allow it. She concealed the tribble under a PADD and walked to her next destination: Spock's quarters. She knew Spock never locked his door so she went right in, kind of wishing he were there to take advantage of her. Spock wouldn't come to his room until after dinner; therefore she had plenty of time to do what she needed to do. Uhura observed the lit fire pot, almost seeing Spock there with it. She ran her fingers along his Vulcan Lyre, remembering all the lessons he would give her. Admiring the ancient weapons on his walls, enticed her imagination with him fighting for her. She sat on his perfect prepared bed as she inhaled the scent of his home world, imagining herself waking up there every morning. She sat the tribble next to her and wrote something on her PADD. After realizing her big mistake, she erased her message. She looked around and found Spock's PADD and continued her evil deed. When she finished she put the tribble and the PADD on his desk. Before she walked out the door, she decided to do one more obsessive thing. She walked to Spock's closet and ran her fingers over his meditation robe and inhaled. Just then, the door opened and in walked Spock. She hurriedly jumped into the closet and closed the door, peeking out of the slit. He saw the PADD and the tribble. "Happy Valentine." Spock read holding the tribble. He looked at it remembering the lieutenant's words this morning. 'They tickled you when you let them crawl on your tummy.' // Hmm // His eyebrows rose thinking back of her demonstration in the rec room and the extra view just for him. He stroked the tribble slowly when a thought came to him. He slowly lifted his shirt and put the tribble on his stomach. His eyebrows shot up as well as the corner of his mouth, surprisingly releasing an escaped...giggle. End NewMessage: